Dolly Parton once said "I don't care if they call me a dumb blonde, because I ain't dumb and I ain't blonde."
We’ve all had blonde moments, even if not all of us are blonde. Those moments when, as soon as those idiotic phrases popped off our lips, we regretted that we ever spoke them, or even thought them. The “That’s not what I meant,” or “I’m just joking” comments fell on deaf, and smart, ears. Sigh.
Being a blonde can be rough. Aside from the dumb blonde jokes, higher rates of sunburn and skin cancer, and discrimination in the workplace and classroom, it takes a lot of freakin work to keep up our flaxen tresses, and we’ve been doing it for centuries. Romans covered their hair with arsenic and saffron to bleach it, and during the Renaissance, Italian women used horse urine to lighten their hair. Lucky for us today that we only have to endure hours of tinfoil, bleach, lemon juice, Sun-In, and conditioning, which takes its toll on our energy and pocketbooks but is better than smelling like animal pee.
But despite all that, it’s worth it. Let’s face it, blonde hair has long been seen as desirable. In ancient Greece, it was a sign of divinity. Alexander the Great's golden locks were greatly admired in his day. In European fairytales, heroines, fairies, and princesses often had blonde hair. Alfred Hitchcock only cast blondes for major roles in his films because he thought they were more attractive. We’re prized in a world that is predominantly black- and brown-tressed. I’m not bagging on other hair colors—you’re great, too—but blondes might just have the upper hand. Research shows that blondes are considered less-threatening and liked by the largest amount of people. And…is the cliché true that blondes have more fun, Rod Stewart? Never being a brunette, I couldn’t tell you. But I have a guess =)